Tamed by Money

After I went broke, a possessive, dark-haired guy started harassing me. “Sweetheart, I found the boba tea you threw away. There's still lipstick on the straw. I really want to kiss it…” Me: “Spot me for the tea, it was $12.” “Sweetheart, I stole your jacket. It smells like you. I love it so much…” Me: “That one was $300. I can sell you my perfume secondhand.” The dark-haired guy was bewildered: “Sweetheart, aren't you scared of me? Does it mean anyone with money can pursue you?” I received a transfer of $52,000 from him. I replied without hesitation: “Husband.” Dark-haired guy: “?